Dinner went great, I loved how much my family got along with her and how much they cared for her. Her being a part of our family dinner only made it that much better and only confirmed my belief that I couldn’t screw this up again. After dinner we excused ourselves and escaped to my room, where I began our Star Wars marathon, starting in chronological order. We got cuddled up on my bed, under a blanket. Mickey felt so warm in my arms as we silently watched the movie. We used to watch the movies once a year together, we both knew all the words, it was just another one of our things. After awhile she squirmed out of my arms and pulled her sweater over her head. Her shirt stuck to her sweater for a second, revealing all of her soft tiny waist and the bottom of her rib cage. She had beautiful sun kissed skin, I fought myself to keep from caressing it. Once she was free of her sweater, she snuggled back up to me, leaving me to imagine what else lay beneath her clothes. Sometime during the movie, my hand slipped under her shirt and my fingers ran circles over her stomach. I hadn’t even been truly aware of what I was doing, until she shivered against me and pressed her body even closer to mine. Her skin was so incredibly soft and warm and with her body pressed up against mine, my blood heated up, rushing down, to where her pert ass was pressing against me. I tried hard not to let her feel how turned on I was by her and her proximity. I focused on kissing her forehead softly because I knew I couldn’t kiss her where I most wanted to. I enjoyed making her shudder, knowing I had an effect on her, as she did on me, hoping soon I’d be able to show her just how much she affected me and how much I wanted her. The movie credits rolled up but neither one of us moved to stop them, both of us glued to one another.
“Come over tomorrow,” I whispered in her ear. She looked up at me, her eyes big and captivating.
“I’m seeing Derek tomorrow,” she said quietly. Her words were the equivalent to having a cold shower and completely cleared up my struggle of control downstairs.
“Come over after, we’ll have dinner again and watch the next movie,” I said, trying not to think about her with Derek and whatever moves he was planning to use on her.
“I’d like that.” She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. My cheek warmed at her lips and I momentarily forgot about her date with Derek.
Later that night I could tell she was ready to sleep and having trouble staying up, I walked her to her door and kissed her goodnight on her forehead, then I waved to her one last time in her room before she flicked off her light. I picked up my phone, now that Mickey was asleep I could text Laura and not feel guilty about it, I messaged Laura to come over tomorrow. I was going to make it clear to Mickey how I felt and not lose her again.
Laura came over the next day, wearing a tube top and a mini jean skirt, with way too much makeup on her face. Mom opened the door to her, and mom’s eyes literally bulged so much, I worried she wasn’t going to let Laura in.
“Hi Mrs. Kirk, I’m James’s girlfriend,” she said, winking at me. My face heated up in utter humiliation.
“Oh, are you?” mom asked, turning her scowl to me with a look of complete disapproval.
“Laura, can we talk outside?” I asked her, bringing her to the porch to sit, away from mom and her disapproval and far away from my room.
“Okay.” She ginned, still trying to look sexy. Ugh, this was not how you acted in front of someone’s mother.
“We won’t be long, mom,” I told mom quickly, before she told me to get this girl out of here.
“Uh-huh,” was the only response she had for me.
I sat Laura down across from me and I subconsciously looked over at Mickey’s house. She was gone, on her date with Derek, she’d left just an hour ago and yet I was already counting the minutes until she returned. I only hoped she wasn’t swooning over anything Derek had up his sleeve.
“Laura,” I started after a moment’s hesitation, feeling highly uncomfortable. “This isn’t working. I don’t have feelings for you the way I should,” I told her. I felt guilty that even as I spoke to her my mind was on Mickey. Laura stared at me, her bottom lip trembling.
“You’re breaking up with me,” she stuttered.
“I am,” I confirmed. “I’m sorry, you deserve better and you’ll find it, but it’s not me,” I told her, watching as she got up and ran to her car, tears in her eyes. I let out a breath of air, at least that was over. I felt a little guilty but was too relieved to be done with her, and the thought of Mickey and my future with her was all I could think about.
Michaela
“They are so cute!” I cooed at the baby goats that ran up to Derek and me, as we fed them pellets. I laughed as one tickled me with its tongue as it licked my hand.
“Very cute,” Derek said, smiling at me. I heard the double meaning in his tone and looked up at him, just in time to ready myself for the kiss. He put his hand on one of my cheeks as he lowered his face to mine. His lips met mine and he kissed me softly. I opened my mouth to his kiss and then tried to feel something.
